Taehyung's Messages

Minho:
Taehyung where are you?!?

Minho:
Please come quick!

Taehyung:
Minho I'm in the meeting rn

Taehyung:
What's going on?

Minho:
These guys beat me up

Minho:
Idk who they were

Taehyung:
Excuse me what?!

Taehyung:
Where are you?!

Minho:
I don't know.....

Minho:
It looks like a hallway

Minho:
I was heading toward the bike room to see what I can do about Ten

Taehyung:
For fuck sakes I'm on my way

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Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

There's this infuriating fire boiling up in Taehyung's veins as he rushes out of the meeting room after promising the boss to return, leaving Yoongi to take care of the situation.

They haven't really reached anywhere in regards to Ten's situation, only the fact that he owes a shit ton of money for the damages he has caused. Everyone here will be watching him race and it wasn't helping that Ten is a walking target if he doesn't pay that shit back soon.

And now with Minho getting fucked up here just adds more to Taehyung's already infuriating emotions. He just needs names and he will definitely leave a message about messing with what's his.

Might actually consider tattooing his fucking name on Minho's neck so people can get the stupid hint.

Pushing those raging thoughts aside, Taehyung continues storming through the building before reaching the lower level.

And he sees Minho in a distance, sitting in the floor against the wall with his head down.

Taehyung's hands balled to a fist.

Oh he's so ready to storm out of here to bash a few heads with a batt, he just need the fucking names.

However as Taehyung grows closer to Minho, he sees something odd. Minho isn't a shaking mess as one would be after getting beaten up and his fists aren't even bloody to show that he even fought back.

When Taehyung finally reached him, he gets to his knees with a hand on Minho's shoulder, "What the fuck?"

When Minho raised his head, there's not a single bruise or cut on his skin.

Wait what?

He lied?

Taehyung's whole face twisted in confusion, his aggravation suddenly sparking, "Did you lie to me? Minho! I had a fucking meeting about Ten's debt-"

Minho grabs him by his hoodie, yanking him forward while his other hand grabs him by the hips to make him straddle his lap.

The breath in Taehyung's throat hitches, especially when Minho's hand from his hips smoothly crawls under his sweater to dig his fingers against his tatted skin.

"Shh.... Let me distract you for five minutes," Minho purrs against the skin on his neck, trailing his lips to his ear, "Let Yoongi take care of it for a moment."

Taehyung's pissed now.

He's pissed that Minho lied to him.

Pissed that Ten is even involved in this mess in the first place.

Pissed that his tattoo is going through the itching phase.

He's so fucking mad.

And a damn second of distraction is exactly what he needed.

So he aggressively molds his lips against Minho's mouth, gripping onto his brunette hair hungrily while their bodies press themselves together tightly.

Lately they have been feeling various levels of sexual frustration whenever they're alone. They haven't fucked yet, more so because Taehyung still needs to process the idea of being bottom, but moments like these he just wants to say fuck it and go for it.

But Minho also wants to make their first time special, pretty sure not in some nasty random room of an underground racing track building.

They've been patient enough, but fighting back to go further is always a constant battle they have to endure together.

Right now Taehyung is trying so hard not to run his tempting hands down Minho's pants and unbuckle them, knowing it'll kinda be a bit embarrassing if someone were to see that while passing by.

Their moment will come, but this built up is driving this tension to bubble up insanely.

Minho moans against Taehyung's mouth, pulling away with a shake of his head, "Break, break please. I don't think I can control myself."

Taehyung nibbles his swollen bottom lip before looking around, not seeing many doors around so they can escape for a moment of privacy.

Not like Taehyung has a lot of time either way.

So he looks back to a panting Minho leaning his head back against the wall, his markless neck mocking at him.

Even if Minho didn't get beaten up, just to prevent people from being too curious.

Taehyung is going to mark what's his.

So with a little snarl of his lips, he grabs Minho by the collar and dives to his neck, running his tongue along side the nape before sinking his teeth to the place that would have him screaming like a little bitch.

A surprised shriek escapes Minho's lips but Taehyung slaps his hand on his mouth, muting his noises as he sucks on his skin while gliding his tongue against it.

A sexual drive escalated in Taehyung's body when Minho digs his fingers through his now hot pink hair from the red fading, his other hand gripping so tightly to his hips that made Taehyung growl a little with need.

Realizing that he's really seconds away from risking it all for him right now, Taehyung pulls away, kissing around the forming bruised areas before trailing up Minho's jaw. He drags his long fingers away from Minho's lips before clasping their lips together in a heated kiss.

But Taehyung pulls away, grinning widely to Minho's flustered face while licking his lips slowly when his eyes focuses to the large love bite on his neck.

Perfect.

He did it perfectly.

"There," Taehyung taunts slowly, "You're mine."

Minho only wiggles his eyebrows with a smirk, lazily caressing Taehyung's cheek while the other male rises to his feet.

"Well if you excuse me, I have a meeting to go to-"

"All racers are on the track, the race is about to begin."

The announcement echoed the hallways, making Taehyung's heart drop.

Oh no....

No no!

Fuck!

Taehyung glances at Minho and was just about ready to run back to the meeting room, until a door down the hallway suddenly bursts open.

Immediately Taehyung got on guard, ready to throw his fists at anyone in case they try to mess with him or Minho.

But to his sudden surprise it's Ten, with a sluggish Jimin hanging on his body with an arm around his shoulders.

And his forehead bleeding.

What...

What the fuck!?

"Ten! Jimin!" Taehyung gasps in a mixture of confusion but shock, running towards them with Minho not far behind.

Ten grunts as he held Jimin by the waist, who's growing more conscious, blinking rapidly as Taehyung rushes towards their side to take Jimin in his arm.

"Ten! What the fuck happened?!" Minho chokes in shock, being the support of Ten as he holds him up.

A very heavy pants escaped Ten's lips as he fixes his eyes on a grunting Jimin in Taehyung's arms, "This little idiot tried to take my place in the race."

Taehyung's eyes widen, glancing down at Jimin as the man gains more consciousness, "You did what?!"

"Not so loud please," Jimin huffs as he rubs his head, looking at Ten now, "I was just trying to help you."

"By knocking me out after kissing me? Real mature."

Well..... Shit.

Taehyung and Minho glanced at each other, perhaps considering just walking away to give the two their space to talk things out, but suddenly something digested inside Taehyung's mind.

"Wait but your signed up to go, meaning someone must replace you. If you both are here, who is out there?"

Ten's face drops to the realization, but Jimin looks perplexed to the ground, as though he's trying to remember anything before being knocked up.

And then his eyes widen, looking at the three of them.

"Jeongguk...... Jeongguk is racing."

And it was too late to do anything when the announcer returned once again.

"The race has begun."

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A/N:
Well...... Wow another chapter of mixed emotions haha

All those chapters of the two going for rides and Jeongguk learning how to ride the motorcycle came in handy for him.

Let's see if he wins....

I PURPLE YOU! <3333